Peony would have sworn upon all her worldly possessions that she felt her claw scars throb sharply and the smell of poisoned flesh flit past her nose at the confirmation there was a dragon amongst them. She bit at the inside of her cheek but kept an imperceptivity jubilant exterior. To show upset was distasteful, but she would have to barter for a weapon sooner than she expected.

A chastity ritual. What a shame she hadn't rolled out of the forest a month prior, she might have been able to contribute something useful. Peony fell into step with her, curious at this supposed punishment. "So that wasn't the outcome of your religious rite. It was personal gratification." Peony commented with brow arched. Interesting. Intimidating, but interesting. "Quite the itch."

"The Wilk and Niez - is it common for them to be assisted to the subservient role? Is there something within those given that mark that makes them as such or is this merely for the enjoyment of the festival?" All she could hope was that it was a common thing, that would give her the opportunity to keep hands off her own self and on others. That mean she might have a hope of retaining her pact.